Time stamp * Meeting under Wei Zihua tree that year

Tang Bai Juyi

Lord Silon is quiet,

There is a long leak engraved on the bell and drum tower.

Who is the companion sitting alone in the dusk,

Wei Zihua versus Ziweilang.

We walked on this road for a long time.

I walked and looked at the plants on the roadside. He is not interested in anything that interests me.

The neem trees with small fruit branches are beautiful and moving. He shrugged it off. When I was a child, there were many in the village, and there was nothing rare. The auburn grass on the roadside, birds and spoons hanging on the tip of the grass, spitting snow-like velvet, is warm and kind. I stopped, grabbed one in a hurry and caught up with him again. He just laughed and said I was still like a child. Although he doesn't care about everything around him and doesn't keep pace with me, I still follow him closely. I drum my cheeks and blow the gourd of sparrows, flying around like snowflakes, and my heart is full of childish wantonness and pure happiness. I gave him my mobile phone and asked him to take a photo of me blowing feathers. He walked straight with his head held high, ignoring me.

I'm not sad at all. This is the real him.

I continue to blow the bird's nest down.

Another sparrow feather flew lightly from my lips to the blue sky. My eyes are chasing a sparrow and a gourd. I see the sky, clear and blue, far away, with a faint cloud, like clusters of Bai Mei embroidered on a blue cloth, which is really simple. At the moment when the sparrow gourd velvet began to sink and wanted to fall back to the earth, a touch of brilliant red flashed out. Under the high blue sky, a dying crape myrtle leaf, like a flame, sets off the empty Lan Yu. Blue, thousands of miles away, crystal clear and boundless. Red, sporadic, lonely, but irresistible tenderness.

I have mixed feelings about Ziwei, and I am not in the mood to play with birds and gourds.

I have written about many plants and trees, but crape myrtle, which is windy everywhere, doesn't want to write. She hid a shy and unspeakable story when I was young.

I chatted with my high school classmate Irene last night and talked about getting married. She envied that Lao Zhao and I were classmates and had an emotional foundation. In fact, only by integrating into trivial life together can we know each other's details. She said that when I was in high school, I was unrequited and lonely.

Yes, with my rich experience, I gradually realized that I had a personality defect in my girlhood. Because I am simple and willful, ignorant of the world, and I am in adolescence. I can't deal with people, I can't cope with communication, and I don't like my high school classmates.

It was my dad who got rid of his favorite ring very cheaply and paid my tuition. I have the opportunity to approach the threshold of high school with uneasy heart.

That brand-new morning, when I stepped into the school gate, I saw a boy with a pen in his mouth and a book under his arm, standing under the pink crape myrtle tree, watching the red dragonfly dancing leisurely around the flowers, fascinated. I approached him and asked him where he was in senior one. My bold visit surprised the dragonfly, and the dew slipped from the stamen of Lagerstroemia indica in a panic. My eyes are opposite, and my heart is flushed. This is the look I am familiar with, I like, I even miss, and I am eager to meet. This eye used to look at me affectionately, but now it is cold and deep, and it feels gentle and burning.

He said nothing and left Wei Zi with his head down, but I saw his cheek, red. We are good classmates in junior high school. He is top-notch in mathematics, and my composition is excellent. We learn from each other's strengths. Why didn't he talk to me? I began to think about him every day, becoming depressed and withdrawn, with a bad temper, and my grades plummeted.

The crape myrtle in front of the classroom has blossomed and fallen, pink, purple and white. ...

Our classmates read * * *, and there are fragrant flowers in spring, purple flowers in summer and autumn, and plum blossoms in winter. No one knows our childhood, childhood stories and silent eyes under the crape myrtle tree.

I often look at Ziwei outside the classroom and weave the sweetness of our first sentence; I just want to joke with him as mercilessly as when I first met him; I like to see his cold star-like eyes, cold sad face and deep figure in the right time and space. It's just that these are things I don't like today. I didn't understand them at that time, so they were beautiful. I didn't have it at the time, so it was mysterious.

I really want to talk to him. Lagerstroemia indica pollen is gorgeous and has the style of a tree. I secretly folded a purple flower of Wei. If we meet as early as before, I will put Wei Zihua on his desk. How romantic. Youth should be the freedom of this flower of Wei Zi. I am not beautiful and have no courage, so I put this purple flower of Wei in front of my bed. Wei Zi's flowers wither slowly in my field of vision, like a waiting mood, wither.

I once walked into the threshold of high school with a dream and a beating heart. The reunion under the crape myrtle tree changed everything In those years, I have been mentally ill. Why did he pretend that he didn't know me and was extremely confused? I have always felt that I am not beautiful, lofty and inferior, and have no courage to ask him.

You can't hide what belongs to you.

Later, I married him.

Only by living together can we know the spiritual differences between us.

Running in day after day, just like gears, the teeth can't match completely at first, but they giggle when they run, and after a long time, they match completely and silently.

Complementarity between husband and wife is extremely important.

Once I wrote something on the computer, and he told me not to write, so I wrote it anyway. He really turned off the switch. If I were young, I would be so angry that I cried that he didn't love me. This time I held back my anger and went out for a walk with him. One came back and forth, he watched TV, and I continued to write. We were in a good mood and nothing happened.

Also, let me go home for the New Year after the Spring Festival this year. I'm in poor health and I'm afraid I'm very tired. I'm sorry I didn't accompany my mother-in-law for the New Year. But these days, somehow, my mother-in-law kept calling me to confirm whether he would come home or not, and I was very angry. It turned out that my sister-in-law annoyed me. Tell him how angry I am. When I realized this, I just took it as a joke. If I were young, I would settle accounts with my sister-in-law.

We also had a heated argument. When we calm down, we reflect on ourselves. Quarrel became the beginning of heart-to-heart communication and understanding. I feel more and more happy to spoil others than to spoil myself. For example, on weekends, he and his children slept naturally and ate breakfast around the table, saying it was delicious. Occasionally misunderstood, he yelled at me, and I looked at him calmly. It's really not worth it. I'm secretly happy. Personally, I think this is an understanding of life taste and the cultivation of personality, which makes me close to perfection. I become mature and considerate, and I can control my temper.

If I marry a family with similar spirit and material, my life will be smooth sailing, my mind and wisdom will not be exercised, and I will always be a person with poor psychological quality. I can't understand the joy of life with a broad mind.

He stopped under the camphor tree and told me to go. I came back from the crape myrtle tree on campus. I stood on tiptoe, raised my camera and reached for the crape myrtle leaf, which was enchanting. He came over and gently pulled down the branch, which was unexpected. With his help, I took a macro, red and clear veins, so beautiful and wonderful. I turned off the camera and left triumphantly. Holding a red leaf in his hand, he followed me and shouted, "What's the panic?" I forgot to bookmark a leaf again. This is a disease that you can't change. "

I smiled.

I think of a sentence in the article: "When you and your true love hold hands under the crape myrtle tree and see heaven from each other's palms, it will be the most perfect destination in your life."

The man is sunbathing on the balcony. This is what home looks like.